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THE PICCADILLY SPORTSMAN. 



In gay Piccadilly a sportsman I spied, 



The street was too small and the man was too wide ; 



In fact it occurred to my mind to suggest 



That, could it be managed, 'twould surely be best 



To pull down the houses one side or the other, 

 And give him his due as a man and a brother ; 

 His coat was a marvel, so wonderfully made, 

 It seemed to put all other coats in the shade. 



Some said it was loud, and some said it was charming, 

 The buttons and seams were so very alarming, 

 A very large tie and a marvellous pin, 

 A collar that held up his beautiful chin. 



The tightest of trousers, the latest in spats, 

 We felt when we looked we were regular flats, 

 The effect was so great that he made us feel small, 

 This wonderful man who was known to us all. 



At Hatchet's I saw him each evening at five, 

 He'd wait for the coaches, but never would drive ; 

 He looked at the teams with his glass in his eye. 

 And chummed with the coachmen, I never knew why. 



